Feb 08, 2009 1:59 PM GMT
He's been manifesting to me in my dreams. He is around 7 years old, frail-looking and almost Hispanic with a funny accent. I had dreamt of him before in this dim, spooky house. The funny thing is I know my way around that house.
Anyway, last night he called out on me as he was in the toilet of that house. He was sitting in the toilet that seemed to have burned down as the black trails of smoke was so visible even in the dark! And like it was being retrieved from a previous memory, I had instant knowledge that both his parents are dead. No, it felt like they just died. So I lifted him up carefully with both my hands, and his armpits were even warm. But the weird thing is that he is lighter than I anticipated him to be. From his reflection on the bathroom cabinet mirror, all I see in front of me is what remained intact of his body, half of it is just hardened blood and almost fossilized body organs... hanging out like thin paper.
This was the time I know I was in a dream but I acted normal. Acting more emphathizing with words like "sweetie" I would use more than twice in one sentence, just to reassure him that "everything's gonna be alright, sweetie." As I carried him from the burnt bathroom he wanted me to go back as he left his coloring book there. I told him not to worry, I will come back for it soon as I move you to the other clean bathroom. I never bothered to turn my head to look back at that dark bathroom. "I want my coloring book", he says. Persistently.
I tried to distract him by asking more questions as my heartbeat raced! "How does it look like?" I asked, as we were entering the other bathroom. He said, "It's blue and has many pictures of clouds." As he was describing this, I was seeing through the toilet seat: his coloring book! Exactly the way he describes it! But it seems that it is lying on a different dimension! I told him with a gentle reassuring voice, "I see it sweetie, don't worry!" I sat him on the toilet and was reaching for his coloring book underneath him... it was confusing 'cos my hand would go through the toilet seat as if I was reaching for the notebook towards the septic tank.
So I reiterated to him, "I see it, but go finish your poo!" and we'll get it. Even if I could not wait to close the door of the bathroom to give him some privacy, I remained calm and maintained my composure. I forced myself to wake-up and I did so wiping my hands on the duvette.
I got out of bed and switched on all the lights... even the blinking Christmas lights that I put on the still-damp clothes to help them dry quickly. I was half-awake doing this and managed to update my status on Facebook so I could recall how I registered my fear waking up in the middle of the night... and the update says 1:08am. So the dream approximately happened at 1am-ish.
ZiMsTeR just hallucinated babysitting a child who doesn't know he's already dead... he was looking for his blue coloring book with clouds on it. 01:08 - Comment
ZiMsTeR at 01:10, on 08 February
I can't go back to sleep, he might appear again. I left him in the toilet. @_@
Now my shoulders begin to tighten again. I was almost convinced that I have high blood pressure but as of my physical check up and lab results from a couple of weeks back, everything is fine with me. Except for some increased IgE , which is cause by an allergic reaction. At least not to KFC or Mickey Dee's. And I am not taking that anti-pain tabs the doctor prescribed, either.
I wonder who this boy is. He clearly is dead but doesn't know it yet. Nor does he have prior knowledge that his folks are already dead, too. I have a gut feel I'd back in the dream again and he's gonna start asking me about his parents unless that coloring book of his becomes tangible. At least I'll have something to divert his attention to. But for how long? And how do I break the news to him? Now I can't even look at the mirror nor my reflection on my bedroom window.
Leave the lights on, please.
p.s. He does look like this kid that appeared in "Three Men and a Little Lady" soon as it was released on video back in the early '90s(?)